Jack Gilinsky- Distance

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I walked into the first and only lesson of this Monday morning. I had trigonometry. Now most people would moan and complain about how math sucks and how we wont even use it when we are older and stuff. But I don't. In fact, I love trig.

The way everything fits so perfectly when you do it right, how neat and precise a triangle looks with notations and measurements really satisfy me: weird I know.

But it's like opening a jam jar and getting that really satisfying click sound when it's open, that's what happens in your brain when you complete a trig question. At least that's how I feel about it.

This year I had moved up to AP level because I was exceeding everybody else in my class and needed a challenge. So I had no idea what my teacher was like, nor did I know anything else about my class apart from the fact that we were doing trig and I was in it.

I sat in the second row, on the third table with three seats. A blonde boy sat on the end of the table and suddenly I felt paranoid. Why didn't he sit next to me? Did i smell? Was I embarrassing to be around?

I calmed myself and reminded myself that I didn't even know the guy and to give him a break. So I took a deep breath as the teacher came in and said, "Students please take your seats if you are standing."

He set his briefcase on his table and got out a USB and a huge textbook. He stopped moving around, stopped for a minute and looked around.

"What a pretty bunch you are," he said looking at me directly for a second before introducing himself.

"My name is Mr Morgan and if you don't already know, I will be your trig teacher." He smiled.

"Before I start, Wilkinson what the hell are you doing here?"

"Mr M I was moved up last year, I think you will find I'm in the right place." The hazel eyed boy replied.

"Really?! Who'd a knew?! Basketball player has a pretty face as well as a brain!" Mr Morgan said causing a ripple of laughter, especially from the blonde boy next to me and the hazel eyed boy himself.

"Ok enough of this chit-chat, let's take a register. Take out your things and listen up for your name." Mr Morgan was about to read out the first name until the door flew open.

"Sorry I'm late Sir." A panting voice said, "The principal needed me and he gave me a note, so I do have an explanation for my tard-"

"It's ok Mr Gilinsky." I looked up from my backpack and saw the same Jack I met just 20 minutes ago. "Don't let it happen again. Take a seat."

Of course Jack scanned the class and the cliche movie scene occurred where the only seat available, was next to me. Jack saw me and smirked, making his way over to my table.

"Hi." He said smiling at me, cheekily." Mr Morgan still calling out names. I smiled back at Jack

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"Jack?" Mr Morgan called.

"Here."Both the blonde boy and Gilinsky said replying to the teacher, causing the class to snigger.

"Now boys, by now you should know that G comes before J therefore I was referring to Gilinsky. Not Johnson." Sir said.

"Sorry Mr M." They both said, grinning widely at each other.

"Heya Hansen" Mr Morgan said. "Actually Sir, its Ha- yaa like h-u-h-y-a-a."

"Aah the legendary trig queen Miss Lively told me all about you. Perfect GPA but no interaction in class..." I smile sheepishly, slightly blushing.

"Well, Miss Huhyaaaa It's my best interest to get you fully participated in AP classes and I will make you get involved if it's the last thing I do."
He carries on with the register, while Jack whispers, "So Great Britain I know your real name, you know mine, I guess we are made for each other." He flirted pretending to hold his heart dreamily causing me to giggle slightly.

"Miss Hansen, Mr Gilinsky please, your attention to the front." I blushed, Gilinsky smirking.

"So class, whom of you bought the textbooks I told you to buy?" Mr Morgan asked holding up the large textbook.

The whole class looked confused, whispering amongst themselves, clearly nobody bought the books.

"Good." He said, throwing the book behind him, causing some papers to fly out across the floor.

The whole class was stunned. "In my class we wont be needing any of that rubbish. Just because the textbook is bigger doesn't mean it's any better than a smaller textbook. The harder you make it for yourself the harder it becomes. If you keep trig as simple as can be, trig will be as simple as can be." He took a breath.

"So instead of a huge 10 thousand word textbook you will need to buy this small pocket book containing trig questions and I will provide you with trig rules sheet which you will need to keep for any sort of exams or pop quizzes" a couple of groans could be heard.

"Now I'm normally quite a chill teacher as you guys would say and so I have heard," causing few snickers, "but if you disobey, disrespect or do anything against my will/ command, there will be consequences."

"So today, we will be keeping it simple, for Monday Maths as three hours is a LOT. So I need you to write everything and anything on these A2 sheets of sugar paper which you know about Trig. Also use this time to get to know each other as these seats will be where you sit for the rest of the academic year. Get to work and keep your inside voices on."
Mr Morgan left us to our work and begun typing on his laptop.

"Hi Haya, Im Jack." The blonde boy said. "But so is he, so you can call me JJ or anything else, preferably something nice rather than mean." He brought out his hand to shake mine.

I laughed at his comment and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I just have a thing against nicknames so I think I'll call you by your second name; Johnson." I smiled widely at Johnson to feel Gilinsky tense up beside me.

"Well Haya, we've already met and I think I'll be calling you Great Britain or something of the sort." I cringed at the thought.

"Oh yeah." Johnson said, "I love your accent! London or.."
"Yup. London." I said smiling weakly, Johnson smiling back, sweetly.

"Are we starting or.." Gilinsky snapped quite rudely. His attitude was kind of getting annoying.

"Sure." I snapped back. Mentally slapping myself for letting my frustration get out so easily. I bent down to get some coloured pens from my bag listening to the Jacks whisper.

"Dude what was that?!" Johnson said.

"I don't know, she got really angry real quick, it was kind of scary. Maybe shes on her period." I clenched my fists as Gilinsky replied.

Just because a girl gets pissed doesn't mean she's on her period!

"Bro I wasn't talking 'bout her." Johnson replied,"Why did you snap at her? That was rude."

"Sorry man. I just got jealous." My cheeks flushed. Why would he be jealous? Maybe because he likes you, I thought. Impossible, i retaliated with myself. We just met, this isn't Romeo and Juliet.

I got up from where my backpack was to find a smirking Johnson and a blushing Gilinsky. I have a feeling Trigonometry on Mondays were going to be interesting. Very interesting....